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Goodness, is Colour Me Beautiful still a thing? I had my colours done once, I too am an autumn so if your son would like to swap scarves and sweaters just let me know. Actually I am currently wearing black and fuchsia neither of which are flattering to an autumn -I was told never to wear black. Amazingly I neither look hideous or ill. Much like not wearing makeup wearing the wrong colours has had not adversely affected my life at all. I am sure your son is not worrying about his poor colour choices either.

Oh heavens, I remember this - like Sue, I once forked out £60 to be told I was a spring. Eventually got tired of wearing salmon pink and turquoise and grunged back to normal. Did you ever see that Michael Moore film Roger and Me? Remember howling when the lady trains as a color analyst and realises she's been wearing the wrong season. (The woman I went to was a summer and had painted her sitting room lavender to flatter her complexion- which made me wonder what happened when her husband/kids walked in and clashed?) Anyway, like you, I'm a spelling snob and couldn't take advice from anyone who couldn't spell accentuate!

I agree that was indeed a very curious encounter. It reminds me of a scene that might occur in an Agatha Christie story. So odd that one would remember the scene and one that might become key to the solution of a murder or some such crime.

I am overcome with relief that this eccentric lady met your polite son and was permitted to go on her way quietly and without excoriation. If she had tried this with MasterM and been subjected to his opinions on her Colour Me Beautiful analysis she would probably have been looking for a new hobby in 2016.

I like to think that she meant it kindly, and that misguided kindness is better than no connection at all. It was somehow a human thing to happen. If she was wearing a Tara Brooch and it was the 2:30 to York, it would have been my Aunt Muriel.

I would have wondered why she didn't actually open her mouth and express this rather than writing it all down on a Lemsip box. I really do find it most strange that she was prepared to write this down and hand it over but not actually say anything. Weird indeed. I would have thanked her, out loud, or maybe written it on a scrap of paper, with a cheery 'Good Luck on your future clothing choices' on the end. And if I was quick thinking enough I may have offered my own advice.... never wear socks with sandals.

How decidedly odd. And tremendously arrogant on her part. I fear I may have been tempted to reply that I was normally a 'winter' but I'd not been well, and I could only apologise if I was still infectious.

Very odd indeed! I hope that if I he been on the receiving end I would have had a proper giggle about it, and a tale to tell afterwards, but I fear it might have depended on what kind of a day I was already having. Certainly that was how I responded many years ago when told by an elderly woman in a lift in a department store that I 'would never grow up to be a gentleman' though she didn't seem to take kindly to ether my giggles nor my agreement with her.Reminiscing aside, I popped by to say thank you Lucille for your lovely, quirky, amusing and different blog, which never fails to interest and /or entertain. With all my good wishes to you for 2016. You see, I was brought up to politely say my thank yous. Deborah xxxx

Good gracious! I'd have thought she was bonkers but would probably have entered into conversation, feebly defending what I was wearing (though this would have been a ridiculous thing to do). It's very odd, but somehow interesting, that this lady wrote all this without speaking. Truth is stranger... etc.

I had my colours 'done' when it was in vogue to do so and came away with a little notebook style purse of my perfect colours and a lipstick that was the 'right' colour for me .... I didn't wear and still don't wear any lipstick so that was a silly amount of money down the drain.

Although I agree with the basics of this forcing it down a young man trapped in a train seat opposite you is not the way to publicise it. She must have been frustrated that no one goes for colour analysis with her anymore :-)

It would be very rude of me to comment without first thanking you for your very entertaining blog. I've been lurking quietly for some time and look forward to your posts. A long time ago I was interested in colour analysis (it seemed the right thing at the time). I don't remember much about it which could explain why I often look tired. Of course it could simply be that I am tired. Apart from the spelling, I take issue with her advice. Unless there has been a CMB u turn, summer people most definitely do not have yellow skin tones. Goodness, I'm so glad your son didn't chuck his entire wardrobe in a skip to follow this very odd advice. I have to say I found it hilarious, but fear that the older I get, the less inhibited I become. I could give Aunt Muriel a run for her money. I seem to be inadvertently introducing myself as Unknown - how awful. I am Shona, nice to meet everyone.